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raywildaol.com======================================== One day in
the middle of June, at the end of Arnold's senior year, Mr. Ridell
was standing at the entrance to the shower room with his basketball
held firmly in front of his crotch while Arnold finished showering.
Unlike every other day since the two of them had been teamed up,
Mr. Ridell did not insist on Arnold's "clearing the pipes". In
fact, he told Arnold that he wanted him to keep from masturbating
until after their final work-out of the school year the following
day. Arnold looked at him curiously, wondering what the man had
planned. It had become an important part of their daily ritual and
to skip it even once seemed inconceivable. The look on Mr. Ridell's
face, though, reassured Arnold that it was in his own best
interests, so Arnold agreed to comply, though not without certain
misgivings. He couldn't remember the last time he had gone over
twenty-four, much less forty-eight, hours without shooting his wad.
Just the thought of it caused his cock to begin to rise. Mr. Ridell
shook his head and Nude Lolitas told him he'd have to learn to
control that monster sooner or later. Life outside this shower room
was notoriously unsympathetic to a pair of swollen balls. He wasn't
sure which was worse: the night time in bed, when all he had to do
was run his hands up and down the massive shaft and a flood of cum
juice would have poured out of the slit, or the following day when
he had to be in class and every girl that walked by him, every guy
who eyed him with envy, caused his cock to leap and struggle inside
his pant leg. Waking that morning he found there was no way he was
going to get into a pair of jockey shorts, his cock wouldn't
tolerate being cooped up like that. He opted for a pair of boxer
shorts and took an ace bandage and wrapped it around his mammoth
penis to hold it against his leg. This lasted for a little while
but the pressure of the bandage started to stimulate the cock and
it grew thick and firm. Walking between first and second period
classes proved to be an almost orgasmic experience so he ducked
into the boys room and removed the ace. He took his cock and bent
it around to the right, hoping that his boxer shorts would hold it
in place. By fourth period it seemed half the school knew about his
raging hard-on. Girls giggled or blushed, several actually got
dizzy as he walked by. Boys who were familiar with his anatomy from
gym class showers smiled smugly. He tried to carry his books in a
way that would cover it up, but he didn't have that many books.
None of this was really upsetting him, except for the fact that he
couldn't cum, but he was afraid he might get in trouble if the
vice-principal thought he was trying to cause confusion in the
school or something. By the end of sixth period his over-active
balls were starting to work and drops of seminal fluid leaked out
of the end of his dick. A spot of wetness appeared on the side of
his hip, just past the front pocket. By the end of eighth period,
the final class of the day, he couldn't stand it anymore and
excused himself from class, explaining to the teacher that "he
wasn't feeling well." All the students who knew what was going on
tried very hard to stifle a laugh as he walked out of the room, the
outline of his cock quite obvious along his right hip. The teacher
expressed his hope that Arnold would be feeling better real soon.
Arnold made a bee-line for the boys room on the second floor and
dumped his books on the sink on his way to one of the stalls. He
struggled with his zipper and belt as he worked frantically to free
his raging cock. His boxer shorts, where the head of his dick had
spent a good portion of the day, were wet with his emissions. He
pulled them down and his cock sprang forward in a joyous leap to
freedom. He stood there with his jaw hanging down. He had spent a
lot of time looking at and feeling this part of his body. He knew
it very well. So when he saw the massive tool that extended from
his lower abdomen after having been so cruelly neglected for the
past two days, he almost didn't recognize it. The thing was larger
than it had ever been before. The color was a much darker purple
than he had ever seen it. It ached and throbbed. As he stood there
looking, it bobbed up Nude
Lolitas and down, reacting to the beating of his heart as more
and more blood was pumped into the already swollen shaft. He gently
grabbed and pulled it towards him to look at the head. It was so
dark it was almost black. A trickle of pre-cum juice seeped out of
the slit and the simple act of touching it seemed Nude
Lolitas to increase the flow. He was afraid that something was
wrong and didn't know what to do. He needed to cum very badly but
wasn't sure if that was the cure or if it would just aggravate the
situation. He decided that Mr. Ridell was the one to ask and, with
great difficulty, stuffed his cock back into his shorts and pants,
leaving his shirt untucked to cover the stain from the juices
leaking from the end of his suffering organ. He grabbed his books
off the sink and started for the door. As he was about to step out
into the hallway the door opened and the vice-principal of the
school stepped in. This man's mission in life was to try to get as
many of the students as possible to dislike him at the same time.
Usually he did this by lurking around the corridors during classes,
attempting to catch the juvenile delinquents who dared to venture
away from their assigned prisons without the appropriate
documentation. His favorite busts were made in the boys and girls
rooms, either of which he had no qualms about entering completely
unannounced. His keen sixth sense had told him that something was
afoot on the second floor and so he had struck out to investigate.
His heart leapt with joy when he discovered his arch-enemy, the
moron with the big muscles, hiding out in the second floor den of
iniquity. The thing that made this big jerk so abhorrent to him was
not that he did anything wrong, on the contrary, he could never
catch the son-of-a-bitch in the act of miscreance, but that he
seemed to be so squeaky clean there was no doubt in his mind that
the big jerk was up to something. His grades were a solid B+,
proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that he cheated on tests; no one
with a body like that could possibly maintain such a high average
without cheating. His attendance record appeared to be near
perfect, telling him that he was indeed a difficult truant to catch
in the act. His personal marks were pretty much exemplary,
indicating that he obviously intimidated his teachers (probably
with threats of physical violence) into squelching reports of his
misconduct. He couldn't find a single student who would speak ill
of him so he obviously was the ringleader of all the other
troublemakers in the school. All these things added up, in his
mind, to a criminal of major proportions who, sooner or later,
would make the fatal slip. And when that slip came, he would be
there to nab him. Well, today was his lucky day. It took until the
last day of the school year, but he had done it. He Nude
Lolitas had caught the bastard and now he was going to make him
pay for whatever wrong-doings he was presently involved with. The
one item on the list of Arnold's faults which he didn't think
about; the one thing which he couldn't bring himself to admit; the
real reason this man held such a grudge against a student who had
never involved himself in any type of mischief or misbehavior, was
the fact that this lad possessed a cock which this poor, unloved,
unappreciated, unrespected, under-endowed wart of a man coveted for
his own with such a passion that all other reason and logic faded
from the horizon. When he had attended this very same high school a
decade and a half ago his minuscule penis had been the laughing
stock of the shower room; that same shower room which Arnold daily
baptized with a flood of cum issuing from his huge, rigid,
ejaculating dick. The size of his genitals was, needless to say,
nothing which he had control over; anymore than Arnold could have
controlled the raging hard-on that currently wrapped its way around
his waist. But boys could be cruel at that age and they had sensed
his own feelings of inadequacy, stemming from a really fucked-up
home life. They had fed on it, teasing him mercilessly until the
boy turned inward and swore revenge upon all teenage boys who dared
to possess genitals bigger than his own (meaning all teenage boys).
It was unfortunate that this ruined, bitter man was so blinded by
his envy of Arnold's genitals because they actually had a great
deal in common, aside from their obvious physical differences.
Arnold's advantage was that he had been able, through the efforts
of Mr. Ridell, to turn an extremely negative homelife experience
into a positive one of growth and self-improvement. Had this man
had the same advantages, he might now be a successful businessman
in the community, a role he had dreamed of playing. His feelings of
inadequacy, about his cock and himself, had bled over into the rest
of his life. As a result he had convinced himself not to aspire to
anything which would put him in direct competition with the
well-hung world. Acting on instincts which had been honed over the
past decade of bathroom patrol, he pushed Arnold back into the
bathroom and did a quick search of all the stalls, sniffing and
snooping. There didn't seem to be any lingering smell of cigarette
or pot smoke. He then turned to Arnold and told him to put his
books on the sink. Arnold complied, knowing that to resist now
would only cause the man to become more adamant and vicious. Arnold
was curious as to what the man thought was the matter as he picked
up his notebook and started paging through it, becoming more
aggravated as he turned page after page of notes and homework.
There had to be something in here that warranted the death
sentence, it was just a matter of finding it. After several minutes
of futile rummaging he slammed the notebook shut and turned his
gaze upon Arnold. He noticed that the boy's shirt was
uncharacteristically untucked. Perhaps he was hiding something in
his pocket that was not meant to be seen. That thought, along with
the fact that he had smelled no smoke of any kind, lead his
brilliant, finely honed instincts to conclude the lad was obviously
snorting coke. He reached for the boy's shirt tail and started to
raise it. Arnold cringed in horror. The last thing he wanted was to
have this man looking at his erection. He knew nothing of the
jealousy this man held for his cock, he just didn't want to have to
explain its present state. The vice-principal sensed the boy's
reaction to his curiosity and knew that he was, indeed, on the
right path. He raised the shirt tail and saw the bulge running
under the fabric of the boy's pants. Under other circumstances he
probably would not have mistaken that bulge for anything else than
what it really was. But in the past fifteen seconds he had so
convinced himself that the boy was a major cocaine dealer the more
obvious answer completely alluded him. That was obviously a
kilo-and-a-half of cocaine stuffed in the boy's pants and he was
about to make the biggest bust of his career. Not having the
slightest idea what was on the little man's mind, Arnold was
completely befuddled by the man's reaction to the sight of his
erection. The Vice-principal was downright ecstatic. In fact,
Arnold had never known anyone to be so overjoyed (in a cruel,
glorious way) to see his cock in such a state. He became even more
confused when he was told to "take that out of" his pants. He
looked in disbelief as the man told him to "hand it over". In fact,
it made so little sense that he didn't immediately comply. The
older man took this to be the ultimate admission of guilt and, in a
rare show of physical bravado, spun the boy around and pushed him
into the adjacent stall. Arnold put his hands out to catch himself
before tripping into the toilet. He was still confused as to the
man's intentions when he suddenly felt a hand reach around in front
and start to undo his belt. Still being relatively naive about the
ways of the world, it never occurred to Arnold that he was being
raped. It never occurred to Arnold that he was being busted. The
only thing he knew was that this man wanted to see his cock and
wanted to do it himself. Arnold passively complied. With Arnold's
belt unfastened and the top snap of his jeans undone, the man
pulled down the zipper and reached into the waistband of the boy's
boxer shorts. He truly was expecting to come up with a large stash
of cocaine and so completely disregarded the evidence his sense of
touch was sending to his brain. He had the kilo-and-a-half in his
hands and he yanked it out into the open. Arnold screamed loudly as
the man jerked his over-sensitive cock out of his pants and forced
him to turn around. The man thought this move was one of aggression
and prepared to defend himself. He bent down, maintaining a low
profile just as he had seen on that cop show on television, and
prepared to strike out with his foot. As he focused on his intended
target the reality of what he had pulled out of the boy's pants
slowly became apparent to him. Dangling from the open fly of his
adversary's pants was the one thing in the world he coveted most: A
cock big enough to make him President of the Chamber Nude
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uncontrollably. Arnold jammed his cock back into his pants, zipped
up his fly and grabbed his books. He started out the door, but then
turned back to the puddle of inferiority lying on the tiles of the
second floor bathroom. "Is there anything I can get you, sir?" he
asked. The response was a long, mournful wail that sent a shiver up
his spine. Arnold walked out into the hall, happy that no one saw
him, and headed for the gym office. He hoped Mr. Ridell would be
the veritable fount of wisdom he usually was. He certainly had an
awful lot of questions that needed answering. The most immediate
one, of course, was what to do about the condition of his aching
dick. Amazingly enough, through all that had transpired up on the
second floor, his cock had not been the least distracted from its
preoccupation with being stiff as an iron rod.
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